The friend-maid consoles her lady.
You, my friend, your eyes are shedding
tears. Greenish sickness in the skin of your shoulder appears. You are trying
to hide them knowing other peoples. Your lover does not realize these hinds of your
virtuous behavior. He is extending his stay out of station. So you are
worrying.
You are very beautiful as the village ‘Veliyam’,
the capital if King VanaVaramban. Such a beauty has stolen away by your lover.
It is the mountain range under the
rule of King Pulli, with elephants and fog, he passes through. He does not
realize your sufferings. What shall we do?
Elephants – mating the loving female
the elephant is blowing with the sound as the musicians play sitting on
rock-seat during their journey to various plays.
Fog – raising water drops in waterfall
will mingle in the firing fog in the mountain where millet-varagu yielding.
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| mating elephants |
A poem by: MaMulanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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